Its gray and wet and I love it
Fall arrived, at least for the day, in Iowa yesterday. The temperature dropped and the heavens opened. I was delighted beyond words. Perhaps my love of rain makes me strange, in fact it probably does, but places like Mallorca, while beautiful, sometimes felt a little too perfect. While others cower away on cool rainy days, it makes me smile all the way through.
So to honor the gray day we had, I have another Haiku to share with you all, inspired by one gray night in Madrid not too long ago. (Though it did not rain.)
Moroccan spiced fog
Botellon bodega babe
water. all day strife.